Vixie's stories

Woman   It’s a warning: a blink from the lighthouse.   The man in the street, he won’t turn his head,   let you walk on by; ...

      Light   The Sandman watches you sleep, steals dreams read by night as the moon runs chill, dripping through his hands. We ...

      The cut   The tiniest tear separates delicate skin,   a little red poke invisible to the eye,   but you can feel it ...